so let me go
amidst the snow
the truth is cold
don’t let me go.

a flake falls
drifts around
budding cold
silence drowns.

s.k. lindeman

Tejvan,

After much travel and being banged up a bit, I feel grateful
to come back here to the poetry you post. I wrote for my friend’s
website the words…”stare deeply into the eyes of India without blinking”
but for me I surely blinked. Perhaps in the blinking the realization comes of “let me go” and “don’t let me go”.

light & prayers,

Sharon